As you know, we're all about words. We love the way they sing and the way they weave a story that won't leave you even after the last page is turned. We love to mold them, to stretch them, to imbibe them and leave readers with a sense of having been on a special journey… Continue reading Words and Pride
The Bold Strokes Books festival weekend never fails to surprise us. Every year, we wonder if it’s still relevant, if people will turn up, if they’ll enjoy it if they do show up. And every year, our worries prove unfounded. As the dust settles on a successful tenth anniversary festival, the social networks are abuzz… Continue reading The Bold Strokes Books Festival: A Place to Call Home for Authors and Readers Alike
We had a fabulous first day and we get to do it again tomorrow! Here are a few photos of Friday and Saturday: and there will be plenty more to come!
Ten years ago, a new Nottingham author got in touch to say she'd like to do a reading/signing at Waterstones; could we help her make it happen? A decade later, we're still doing those author readings/signings. It grew from that one weeknight that had been shifted at the last minute and included three authors, to… Continue reading A Decade Of Words
“Up there?” I asked. My wife checked the guidebook. “Uh...yes?” “But there’s no path.” There were rocks. A lot of big rocks that all looked quite foreboding, and we were past the point of being able to turn back. “I think we’ll have to scramble,” my wife conceded. “Right. Bollocks.” Obviously, given that I’m writing up this… Continue reading Not Everyone’s Idea of Fun… by Cari Hunter
I want to write that we should have nothing if not fun in our lives. So, should we have nothing or fun? I think neither, exclusively, but both in reality. I like fun because it’s uncomplicated. It’s easy to search for and identifiable when we achieve it. We live such naturally complicated lives and yet most of… Continue reading Fun or Nothing at All? By Michelle Grubb
As I write this, I’m in my shorts and a tank top, thirty degree heat, sitting by a rooftop pool on a Malaga hotel. Fun. I’m surrounded by strangers speaking in languages I can only understand bits and pieces of; a little German here, a small amount of Italian there, and more Spanish now than… Continue reading My Idea of Fun by Robyn Nyx